Luyện nghe bài hát All My Bitches Are Gone

I used to a lot of bitches
down for me
Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the
But I'm a dog and I dog my
Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door
Ain't got no kids but bitches love daddy
They had to share me or them bitches have me
Cause I'm a Mack a capital M
Call me Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp
I keep my foot in ass and wouldn't give a fuck
Get out her pocket, bitch you gettin' up
You see me with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches popped
Well now I got a rep and say I'm wrong
I beat my ass and she moved back home
Came in one night, I was
Bitch tried to front me for her cousin
She started yellin', man, the got raw
I took one step back and straight to her jaw
I a fuck that the bitch left
Cause all she ever got was some dick
And it really ain't to find another bitch
Cause I'm a cool and I'm hella rich
(Yeah) Ant Banks in the house and you he knows
Grab the mic nigga, these hoes

Yeah, I'm back 'fore a nigga just came up
Playin' with the bitches
Thought a might change but
I was tight thinkin' everything's all
Doin' the shit to a different bitch every night
dickin'em down like a gigolo
So you gotta peep game from a nigga
I'm too young to get so don't trip, tell'em
(Ain't no love, bitch)
So let's speak about a named Connie
the bitch tough, backstage at the Omni
I can't forget Constance, the is so dumb
Quick to lick my nuts, my dick, and just hum
And these are just some
That a nigga like up, kinda crossed up
Turned out and lost but I trippin'
all got tramped
Used and abused they all just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no of get back
Now I get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the fuck gon' get
Took for they cash and a full of dick, huh
And I I gotta be that way
Goin' on these bitches
Just all leave today
But I know it last long
sayin' fuck Ant Banks
Now all my is gone

All my bitches are gone, bitches bounced
I had a gang of'em, now they be found
They ain't fuckin' $hort Dog
Cause I'm from

You fuck with us bitch, gettin' broken
Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a
Oakland motherfuckers'll break your
Until you game in your face
You's a punk ass bitch, ain't been no place
I can't back, now's the time
To leave your fake broke ass bitches behind
And on like a player
I'm knockin' hoes and even squares
Secretaries, nurses, and police
I'm flyin' first class, nigga, fuckin' flight
$Hort Dog ain't but a dog, beeyatch
(Ain't new nigga, come again)
All my bitches are gone, bitches cut
But I really don't give a
I always knew I didn't need hoe
I got the game from the E-S-O
And you can when I hit the place
All them star-struck bitches in my face
And get to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they givin' niggas

Yeah, and when a bitch wanna
I put in work, treat'em all dirt
And watch them get they hurt
Cause I'm a mack, hoe, to this rap, hoe
And you will know not to fuck
get slapped, hoe
For to fuck up the Ant Banks program
Steady saltin' with your ass toe jams
You're mad cause I wouldn't spend no
I'm with the homies, cash
bitches and writin' rhymes
I'm just doin' I got to do
I'm not fuckin' you
Because your ass cock is through
So now I get some new hoes
old school bitches
That's still ridin' and vogues
I want a freak with the look
Ant Banks can hook
And the better know how to cook
I'm a nigga that'll eat some shit up
Macaroni, steak, greens, or whatever the fuck
Yeah $hort, you how we do'em
Treat bitches like red and run right through'em
I got my on strong and my dick on long
So fuck it, all my bitches can stay

too

You know what I'm

Yeah,

$Hort Dog in the house

Nah nigga, you in this

Bringin' this shit for nine-tre and
You know I'm sayin'?
Get in where you fit in,

Before you need a check up the neck up

out
Fuck bitches, man
Fuck these bitches,
get out of here, man